WEBVTT 00:00.000 --> 00:28.000 The Armed Forces Radio Service invites you to hear Fibber McGee and Molly in Backseat 00:28.000 --> 00:33.000 Driver, a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. 00:33.000 --> 00:42.880 It can't happen to you. You read about stuff like that in the papers. Girls murdered, mutilated, 00:42.880 --> 00:48.480 drunks left dying in the gutter for the handful of chains they had in their pockets, lonesome 00:48.480 --> 00:53.000 old men tortured because some hoodlum gets the idea they're misers with a pot of gold 00:53.000 --> 00:59.240 hidden under the floorboards of the shack. Sure, you know it's real, but it can't happen 00:59.240 --> 01:06.280 to you. Oh, you get your fair share of trouble. I've been a professional man here in Los Angeles 01:06.280 --> 01:12.720 for 30 years. I've met up with bums and grifters and petty sharpers. They're around in any 01:12.720 --> 01:19.960 business. But the viciousness, the real deep down dirt, that's for somebody else. You do 01:19.960 --> 01:24.840 your work and you go home to your family. And for a real bang up evening to break the 01:24.840 --> 01:32.120 monotony, you take your wife out to a movie. That's what I did that Saturday night. We 01:32.120 --> 01:36.560 driven all the way in from the San Fernando Valley to Beverly Hills for a picture Ellie 01:36.560 --> 01:43.440 especially wanted to see. Wasn't that a good movie, Joe? Uh huh. Just the kind I like. 01:43.440 --> 01:49.320 Songs and dancing and girls in pretty clothes. I get so tired of cops and robbers. What's 01:49.320 --> 01:54.000 wrong with cops and robbers? Oh, you know what I mean. Murder movies, honestly. All the 01:54.000 --> 01:59.200 policemen stupid and all the crooks nearing out of the corners of their mouth. Yeah, the 01:59.200 --> 02:03.240 stuff those Hollywood boys dream of. Yeah. You'd think the streets were knee deep in 02:03.240 --> 02:08.840 blood and you couldn't hear yourself think for machine guns. Well, here we are honey. 02:08.840 --> 02:18.080 You get in first. Okay. All right, Ellie. Just a second. All right, Joe. 02:18.080 --> 02:32.800 Don't forget gas. I got plenty to take us out to the valley. I'll fill up with bills. 02:32.800 --> 02:37.240 Remember how that song goes Joe? What song? In the picture. You know, two on the moon. 02:37.240 --> 02:44.080 The one the boy sang to the girl. Oh, that one. Let's see. Oh heck, I don't know. Oh 02:44.080 --> 02:49.560 hell, we'll be hearing it again on the radio. How about turning it on? The radio? Why sure. 02:49.560 --> 02:54.200 Set it around 1100. We ought to get some news in a few minutes. I'd like to hear whether 02:54.200 --> 02:59.480 they caught that fellow. That awful mass murderer? Uh huh. They spotted him in LA this afternoon 02:59.480 --> 03:05.200 but he got away. I know. You told us at supper. Oh, it makes you shiver. Don't you worry. 03:05.200 --> 03:18.000 He won't get away with it. We left the lights of Beverly Hills behind and turned into Cold 03:18.000 --> 03:23.400 Water Canyon. It's as quick away as any to get us across the Hollywood Hills to the valley. 03:23.400 --> 03:30.520 It's dark and we came in quiet with mighty little traffic at night. I cut my lights full 03:30.520 --> 03:36.200 up and we swept up the side of the ridge. The news program came on but I didn't pay much 03:36.200 --> 03:41.840 attention. The fellow was talking about brush fires. They'd already put out the one near 03:41.840 --> 03:46.720 my place but they were still patrolling it. We were over the ridge and sliding down to 03:46.720 --> 03:51.440 the valley before the program got to the part I wanted to hear. There it is. Put it up higher, 03:51.440 --> 03:56.120 Ellie. Wife dot an entire family in Greenlee, New Hampshire. Today he was spotted 3000 miles 03:56.120 --> 04:01.280 from the scene of his crime. At 5.30 this afternoon a patrolman saw and definitely identified 04:01.280 --> 04:05.040 Matric in downtown Los Angeles. However, by darting through heavy traffic at the risk 04:05.040 --> 04:08.800 of his life, the killer was again able to make his escape. According to neighbors of 04:08.800 --> 04:13.400 the slaughtered family, Matric was first appeared in Greenlee about a year ago. From fingerprints 04:13.400 --> 04:18.240 in the Nolan home, Lewis Matric has been identified as Lloyd Matthews, ex-convict. He is wanted 04:18.240 --> 04:22.320 for questioning in the robbery and murder of a New York storekeeper a year ago, a crime 04:22.320 --> 04:28.000 that netted the killer less than $20. Matric or Matthews is 32 years old, height 5 feet 04:28.000 --> 04:34.600 9 inches, weight 155 pounds. He has blue eyes, light brown hair, nose slanted to the left. 04:34.600 --> 04:39.440 When seen this afternoon he was wearing a blue suit and gray pork pie hat. Awful, awful. 04:39.440 --> 04:45.040 Not pretty, no. And he's somewhere around LA this minute. Joe, you think it's right 04:45.040 --> 04:50.360 us leaving Annie and Bud all alone while he... No, Ellen. Annie's grown up and Bud's a smart 04:50.360 --> 04:56.280 youngster if I do say so myself. You can't wrap kids in cotton wool. I know. Oh, I'm 04:56.280 --> 05:02.600 silly I guess. Neighbors close all around. All they'd have to do is yell. But now what 05:02.600 --> 05:07.000 would make a young man do a dreadful thing like that? Could be a lot of things. Maybe 05:07.000 --> 05:12.440 he's got a screw loose. Maybe he went nuts over a girl. Maybe he gets a kick out of killing 05:12.440 --> 05:16.840 like some of them do. You know all the answers, don't you? Joe! Hey, what the... Keep going, 05:16.840 --> 05:23.440 keep going. I got a gun here and I'll use it. Tell him you... Ellie? Against the back 05:23.440 --> 05:33.040 of my neck. I can feel it. Cold. Well, are you gonna move? OK. OK, brother, you're the 05:33.040 --> 05:39.520 boss. Yeah, you said it, I'm boss. And remember it. Otherwise I'll blow a hole through your 05:39.520 --> 05:59.880 wife's head. I've had experience in these things. I drove that car like we were skirting 05:59.880 --> 06:04.720 the rim of the Grand Canyon. With nothing between us and the bottom but a mile of country 06:04.720 --> 06:11.400 air. This was it. The thing that happens to other people. To the ones that end up on slabs 06:11.400 --> 06:18.120 in the morgue. But not to me. Not to Ellie. The first car we'd seen since we left traffic 06:18.120 --> 06:25.960 swooped down behind us. It passed. But not before the headlights caught our passenger 06:25.960 --> 06:31.120 clean in my rearview mirror. He was hunched forward, sitting on the edge of the back seat 06:31.120 --> 06:36.480 so he could keep the gun rammed into the nape of Ellie's neck. He had light brown hair, 06:36.480 --> 06:42.960 pale eyes, a nose that slanted. His mouth twitched, jittery. As the car went by, his 06:42.960 --> 06:48.960 eyes caught mine in the mirror and flickered. Keep your eyes on the road. Sure, sure. Lose 06:48.960 --> 06:55.240 your hat? Right, boy. Like I said, you know all the answers. No, I didn't lose it. I stuffed 06:55.240 --> 06:59.360 it down a drain. Still wearing the blue suit, though. I figured it changed pretty quick 06:59.360 --> 07:05.400 now. Think yours will fit me? You can have the suit and the car, but just let us... 07:05.400 --> 07:10.280 Helen. But Joe, it's Mattrick. The missus is bright, too. He crawled in here while we 07:10.280 --> 07:15.080 were in the movie. Joe, you should have that car door fixed. You know better. Honey, I 07:15.080 --> 07:19.160 meant to. I was going to tend to it... Shut up! Let's see if he can both be bright enough 07:19.160 --> 07:25.600 to give you a trap shot. Turn left on Ventura. Take a slow lane. Don't try plain old tricks. 07:25.600 --> 07:31.520 I've been in this for it before. Okay by me. That's real sweet of you. Straight out to 07:31.520 --> 07:36.840 open country, Mac. Then I'll take a missus up on that offer of the suit and car. What happens 07:36.840 --> 07:44.600 to us? Why, you just walk home. What else? Lay it safe and you ain't got a thing to worry 07:44.600 --> 07:56.920 about. That was a laugh. That was. Nothing to worry about. That'd kill you. Once we got 07:56.920 --> 08:01.480 out into the open country, we didn't have a chance of walking away from the car. All 08:01.480 --> 08:06.240 a murderer can hope for is time. He doesn't leave witnesses around to get the law on his 08:06.240 --> 08:14.400 tail one second sooner than necessary. All I could do was stall and pray. Make what people 08:14.400 --> 08:20.640 gestures I could at Lady Luck. The thing that came into my mind was so risky it brought 08:20.640 --> 08:25.720 my hair up on end. But there was a chance, provided that trigger finger didn't start 08:25.720 --> 08:31.640 jerking. In the bright lights of the boulevard, I didn't think he'd notice. But a traffic 08:31.640 --> 08:39.880 officer would. I turned into Ventura, took the far lane, obedient as a whip pup. Must've 08:39.880 --> 08:44.640 made two or three miles before I saw what I was hoping for. What's that? Huh? The red 08:44.640 --> 08:48.320 light? Oh, why, an ambulance, I guess. We see a lot of them here. That ain't no ambulance. 08:48.320 --> 08:52.240 It's a motorcycle car. Joe, it's young Mike Kennedy. He patrolled this trip. Look, what 08:52.240 --> 08:55.000 are you up to? What are you trying to pull? Nothing. The kid's a friend of ours. Think 08:55.000 --> 08:59.800 you can get me away easy, huh? I warned you. I ain't got a loan you ask for. Listen, listen, 08:59.800 --> 09:05.400 will you? The kid lives near us. Practically grew up under our feet. All he wants is to 09:05.400 --> 09:10.960 pass the time of day or maybe send a message to our Annie. Here? Yeah. You start popping 09:10.960 --> 09:17.640 now and we'll all be dead. Keep your shirt on. I'll get rid of him. Okay. But it better 09:17.640 --> 09:31.400 be good. I pulled to the curb. Mike came alongside. He sat balancing the bike between his knees 09:31.400 --> 09:37.440 and the grin on his face was a mile wide. It had worked. At least we were still alive 09:37.440 --> 09:44.240 and Mike wasn't two feet away. Where did we go from here? I had to think, but my brain 09:44.240 --> 09:49.320 was wet wool. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. Well, what do you know if it 09:49.320 --> 09:56.520 isn't Uncle Joe? Something funny, kid? After all the times you've read us the riot act 09:56.520 --> 10:00.680 about observing the letter of the law, brother, wait till I tell Annie. Mike Kennedy, what's 10:00.680 --> 10:05.840 the matter with you? I didn't notice anything wrong. Hi, Annie. Nothing much the matter. 10:05.840 --> 10:10.480 Just Uncle Joe here proceeding sedately out the Boulevard with his headlights up full. 10:10.480 --> 10:14.880 Headlights? Oh, by golly, that's right. I must have forgotten to dim them. You ought 10:14.880 --> 10:19.680 to forget these things. Someday a big bad cop might come along and haul you off to the 10:19.680 --> 10:25.560 stand. Is that Annie back there? No, no, no, no, it isn't. It's our new neighbor, Mike, 10:25.560 --> 10:31.040 Mr. Anderson. Oh, is that right? Glad to meet you, sir. Hello. I didn't know there were 10:31.040 --> 10:36.520 any vacancies on our way. Well, there weren't any until recently. Mr. Anderson has taken 10:36.520 --> 10:41.960 the Charles place. The Charles place? Are you kidding? Nope. Looks like things got too 10:41.960 --> 10:48.160 much for old man Charles at last. He's clearing out for good. Kind of sudden, wasn't it? I 10:48.160 --> 10:55.120 guess so. Oh, that's too bad for old man Charles, isn't it? Mighty nice for Mr. Anderson, though. 10:55.120 --> 11:00.080 Good places are hard to find these days. All right, Uncle Joe, I'll let you off this time. 11:00.080 --> 11:07.680 Give my love to Annie. Mike. What? Yes, sir? Nothing. Just come see us soon, boy. Always 11:07.680 --> 11:18.080 glad to have you. Thanks. I'll be around the next night off. Got a date with Annie. So 11:18.080 --> 11:27.440 that was that. Mike turned his bike and headed back down the boulevard. The chance had come 11:27.440 --> 11:33.480 and gone. But it felt to me like half my mind went off with the boy yelling at him. Must 11:33.480 --> 11:38.240 have been a half minute before I could pull myself together and ease back into traffic. 11:38.240 --> 11:45.080 Nobody said anything. I didn't dare to, neither did Ellie. I couldn't see her, but I could 11:45.080 --> 11:51.360 feel her holding herself stiff as a ramrod, scared even to turn her head. When two people 11:51.360 --> 11:56.760 have lived together as long as we had, each one knows what the other one is thinking. 11:56.760 --> 12:02.120 I went back to driving and praying. That and cutting my eyes up to the mirror, just in 12:02.120 --> 12:08.360 case there might be a white motorcycle eye following us. There wasn't, of course. Back 12:08.360 --> 12:13.660 in the back, I knew he was watching too. Those flickering eyes darting like lightning between 12:13.660 --> 12:20.680 us in the rear window. He was too busy checking to talk. Not that that helped much. Rage and 12:20.680 --> 12:24.800 fear were pouring out of him so thick you could have grabbed a hunk of the atmosphere in your 12:24.800 --> 12:32.760 hand. It was queer to drive along that crowded highway, traffic streaming both ways, lights 12:32.760 --> 12:38.080 from drugstores and cocktail joints and eating houses blazing to the sky. Know if I lifted 12:38.080 --> 12:45.520 a finger for help, I'd sign our death warrants. It had to be luck, all luck. There was still 12:45.520 --> 12:50.720 a chance I'd get it. The way I'd figured it, we'd started out with just about enough 12:50.720 --> 12:56.040 gas to get us back to Bill's station. When we hit that, the meter ought to show empty. 12:56.040 --> 13:00.640 The gas gauge was hidden from me by the rim of the steering wheel, but I was pretty sure 13:00.640 --> 13:05.480 I was right. I waited until I saw the red and green lights above Bill's pumps a block 13:05.480 --> 13:11.720 and a half away. And very slow and easy, I slumped over for a peek at the gauge. I leaned 13:11.720 --> 13:12.720 just too far. 13:12.720 --> 13:13.720 Sit up. 13:13.720 --> 13:14.720 Huh? Oh, sure. 13:14.720 --> 13:16.800 What now? Who were you looking at? 13:16.800 --> 13:18.880 I was just easing the crick out of my neck. 13:18.880 --> 13:25.680 Yes, you was. He was looking at the dash. He was... Oh, so that's it, huh? Fresh out 13:25.680 --> 13:26.680 of gas. 13:26.680 --> 13:27.680 Look, I just remembered. 13:27.680 --> 13:31.440 Don't give me that. You know it all along. From now on, you keep your hands on the wheel, 13:31.440 --> 13:37.600 but you leave me to the drive. Why, turn in that filling station. Get high test gas and 13:37.600 --> 13:38.600 fill her up. 13:38.600 --> 13:39.600 Hiya, Joe. Evening, Ellie. 13:39.600 --> 13:40.600 Oh, evening, sir. 13:40.600 --> 13:41.600 Hello, Bill. 13:41.600 --> 13:42.600 Bill. 13:42.600 --> 13:43.600 Up to the top? 13:43.600 --> 13:44.600 Yeah, Ethel. 13:44.600 --> 13:45.600 Ethel it is. 13:45.600 --> 13:46.600 Hi. I hear you've been in the pictures. 13:46.600 --> 13:47.600 Uh-huh. 13:47.600 --> 13:48.600 You people know everybody in the whole of that. 13:48.600 --> 14:05.880 We've lived here 30 years. From back when this was farmland. Of course, we know lots 14:05.880 --> 14:06.880 of people. 14:06.880 --> 14:08.880 I don't like it. Get the gas and get out. 14:08.880 --> 14:11.880 Hey, I was up to Miranda's for supper. 14:11.880 --> 14:12.880 Is that right? 14:12.880 --> 14:17.880 Boy, her chili gets better every time. Don't see how it can, but it does. 14:17.880 --> 14:22.320 Yeah, she's saving some for you. Said you'd be around after the show. 14:22.320 --> 14:31.320 Miranda. Oh my, I saw Miranda this afternoon and told her we'd be by for sure, Joe. 14:31.320 --> 14:32.320 Oh. 14:32.320 --> 14:37.280 Well, that'll be 350 on the nose. 14:37.280 --> 14:40.840 Three and 50. Thanks, Bill. 14:40.840 --> 14:43.840 Same to you. 14:43.840 --> 14:49.880 Oh, so a lot of problems. 14:49.880 --> 14:50.880 Nothing much. 14:50.880 --> 14:52.800 Come on. Come on. I gotta ask you everything twice. 14:52.800 --> 14:56.720 Miranda runs a drive-in up the road a ways. On show nights, we usually drop in for a carton 14:56.720 --> 14:57.800 of chili to take home. 14:57.800 --> 15:01.760 I just hope she won't call home when we don't show up and get Annie all worried. 15:01.760 --> 15:04.800 Wait a minute. Drive-in, you said? 15:04.800 --> 15:07.880 Yeah. And this Miranda could start checking on you. 15:07.880 --> 15:09.720 Why, I didn't mean it like that. It's just that I... 15:09.720 --> 15:12.440 They could call you and Annie and between the two of them, they'd have the cops on a 15:12.440 --> 15:14.400 lookout for you before midnight, huh? 15:14.400 --> 15:15.400 You're crazy. 15:15.400 --> 15:21.880 Yeah, like a fox. I kept ahead of the buttons all this time by taking chances. We'll just 15:21.880 --> 15:23.560 pick up that chili. 15:23.560 --> 15:25.160 You want me to go to Miranda's? 15:25.160 --> 15:30.760 Why not? Leave Annie get a beauty sleep. I can cover a lot of ground before tomorrow 15:30.760 --> 15:36.520 morning. I ain't eating so good lately. I could use the food. With you and the Mrs. to 15:36.520 --> 15:43.520 come on for me. What's to worry about? 15:43.520 --> 15:52.200 He was right about that. I went back to driving and pray. Miranda's place is one of those 15:52.200 --> 15:58.160 goldfish bowls, mostly glass with light pouring out across the space marked for outside service 15:58.160 --> 16:04.200 and music coming from the jukebox. She saw us pulling up, grabbed a quart carton off 16:04.200 --> 16:06.800 the back shelf and hustled to the door. 16:06.800 --> 16:11.000 Well, here you are, Ellie. I was just saying to Betsy, better fix up that chili, Betsy. 16:11.000 --> 16:14.560 It's about time Ellie and Joe were showing up. Figuring the distance from Beverly Hills. 16:14.560 --> 16:19.200 Who's that in the back seat? Don't seem to recollect your face, young man. Though anybody 16:19.200 --> 16:21.000 will tell you I never forget a face. 16:21.000 --> 16:25.200 This is Mr. Anderson, Miranda. He just came out here from the East. 16:25.200 --> 16:29.000 Is that a fact? Say, Joe, you plan to go straight up Ventura home? 16:29.000 --> 16:30.000 Why, sure. 16:30.000 --> 16:33.680 Don't you do it. Go the back way, even if it does take longer. Of course, it's brush 16:33.680 --> 16:37.760 fire between here and your place is out, but there's still 50, 60 men patrolling. 16:37.760 --> 16:38.760 What's that? 16:38.760 --> 16:42.960 Well, that ain't nothing to what's going on further out the valley. That new fire's clean 16:42.960 --> 16:47.320 out of control. Just a licking up hundreds acres. They've been sending truckloads of 16:47.320 --> 16:50.280 firefighters past here all evening and the road's blocked for miles. 16:50.280 --> 16:51.280 The road is blocked? 16:51.280 --> 16:56.480 Well, for miles, they tell me, and all them poor ranchers losing their homes. Being from 16:56.480 --> 17:00.680 the East, you wouldn't understand. But brush fires is awful things when you're about a 17:00.680 --> 17:01.680 half... 17:01.680 --> 17:05.680 Well, start moving. We'll take the back way to your house. 17:05.680 --> 17:06.680 To our house? 17:06.680 --> 17:09.080 What say? Oh, you staying with Ellie and Joe? 17:09.080 --> 17:13.680 Yeah, until the road is... until I can get into my own place. 17:13.680 --> 17:16.680 Well, what are we waiting for? 17:16.680 --> 17:17.680 Night, Miranda. 17:17.680 --> 17:23.680 Well, bye. Be sure you come see me, Mr. Anderson. I'll be looking for you. 17:23.680 --> 17:32.680 So there it was. We weren't going to the country. We weren't going to be left to rot at the 17:32.680 --> 17:39.680 foot of a cliff or buried deep in brush. No, we were going home. Home to the kids. And 17:39.680 --> 17:45.680 taking a murderer with us. I still couldn't see Ellie, but I could feel her tensing up, 17:45.680 --> 17:47.680 tight as a pulled drawstring. 17:47.680 --> 17:53.180 Mr. Matrick, you... you didn't mean what you said, did you, about coming home with us? 17:53.180 --> 17:55.680 You know a better place I can hide out until the road's open? 17:55.680 --> 18:00.680 But it wouldn't be safe. We've got neighbors close all around. If somebody sees you... 18:00.680 --> 18:02.680 Nobody will see me. Nobody better. 18:02.680 --> 18:05.680 Joe, couldn't we get around the fire? 18:05.680 --> 18:09.680 Yeah, that'd be better. We could try. There are other roads through the valley. 18:09.680 --> 18:12.680 Listen, Matrick, we'll nose around and find a way through. 18:12.680 --> 18:13.680 Cut it out! 18:13.680 --> 18:18.680 You heard the old biddy, hundreds acres burning, firefighters, cops? Get off the highway. We're 18:18.680 --> 18:19.680 going home. 18:19.680 --> 18:22.680 No! No, I won't have it! Joe, you stop the car right here! 18:22.680 --> 18:23.680 Shut up! 18:23.680 --> 18:26.680 You heard me, Joe! I won't have him in my house, not with Annie and Buzz! 18:26.680 --> 18:27.680 I said shut up! 18:27.680 --> 18:28.680 Oh, for Lord's sake, Ellie! 18:28.680 --> 18:31.680 It doesn't matter about us, but the kids, I won't let him touch his... 18:31.680 --> 18:32.680 One word or two! 18:32.680 --> 18:33.680 Joe, stop! 18:33.680 --> 18:34.680 Helen, hush! 18:34.680 --> 18:35.680 Oh, Joe! 18:35.680 --> 18:41.180 Don't say another thing. I'm sorry, honey, but Matrick's the boss. We've got to do like 18:41.180 --> 18:42.180 he says. 18:42.180 --> 18:48.680 Ah, that's telling her. Sure, do like I say, and everything will be rosy. You got no call 18:48.680 --> 18:54.680 to worry about the kids. I like kids, as long as nobody gives me the brush off. We'll wake 18:54.680 --> 18:59.680 them up soon as we get home, and you and this Annie can fix up a chili supper for us. We'll 18:59.680 --> 19:05.680 have us a picnic. Then, soon as the fire's out, we'll all take a trip to the country. 19:05.680 --> 19:07.680 Another picnic, huh? 19:07.680 --> 19:10.180 Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! 19:17.180 --> 19:23.180 You keep going. As long as you're breathing, you keep going. Even when it looks like there's 19:23.180 --> 19:29.180 no way out, you hang on by your toenails. We poked up and down those black valley streets 19:29.180 --> 19:33.180 to twist and turn, and sometimes wind up in dead ends. 19:33.180 --> 19:38.180 Ellie stopped crying after a while. She slumped down with her head rolling on the seat back, 19:38.180 --> 19:42.180 limp as a rag doll, with the stuffing leaked out. 19:43.180 --> 19:49.180 It took a long time, but it had to come to an end. I saw the bulk of the house looming 19:49.180 --> 19:55.180 up. There was light sneaking around the edges of the blinds up in Annie's room. She wasn't 19:55.180 --> 20:02.180 asleep after all. She'd be sitting up in bed, maybe plastering red stuff on her fingers, 20:02.180 --> 20:08.180 dreaming about the date with Mike. Bud's room was dark. He'd be wrapped in covers like 20:08.180 --> 20:14.180 a cocoon and dreamy. Whatever boy's dream, I couldn't remember. 20:15.180 --> 20:20.180 I pulled up to the concrete walk. I'd poured with my own hands before there was any Annie 20:20.180 --> 20:28.180 or Bud to cut the lights. In a second or two, my eyes got used to the dark. I could make 20:28.180 --> 20:32.180 out the high hedge Ellie planted around the place and the roof rising up beyond it. 20:32.180 --> 20:35.180 Out, Mrs. Face the house. 20:38.180 --> 20:42.180 Now you, Mac. Slide out same side. Stand beside her. 20:48.180 --> 20:52.180 Walk to the door. Slow, no funny business. Right behind you. 20:52.180 --> 20:54.180 Bye. 20:56.180 --> 20:58.180 Look out, Joe! 21:00.180 --> 21:01.180 Hold him, boys! 21:01.180 --> 21:03.180 It's okay, Mike. I got him. 21:03.180 --> 21:05.180 You all right, Uncle Joe? And Ellie? 21:05.180 --> 21:07.180 Ellie, Ellie, honey, are you all right? 21:07.180 --> 21:12.180 All right, indeed. Smack flat on my face on a concrete walk and you falling on me. 21:12.180 --> 21:14.180 Nothing wrong with her. 21:14.180 --> 21:15.180 That's my girl. 21:15.180 --> 21:19.180 Well, don't just stand there. Help me out. I've got to get in the house before the kids 21:19.180 --> 21:22.180 come busting out here. I won't have them mixed up in this thing. 21:22.180 --> 21:26.180 Well, how's he doing, boys? Got him through the gun hand on the right shoulder, see? 21:26.180 --> 21:30.180 Lucky shot, copper. More lucky than all the cold meat now. 21:30.180 --> 21:31.180 Maybe. 21:31.180 --> 21:33.180 Mattrick, isn't it, Uncle Joe? 21:33.180 --> 21:35.180 That's him. Miranda described him to you? 21:35.180 --> 21:39.180 The old girl doesn't miss a trick. She even knew you were taking the back way home. 21:39.180 --> 21:43.180 You left a clear trail, Uncle Joe. Slick work. 21:43.180 --> 21:46.180 I had to get him out of the car before the fireworks started. 21:46.180 --> 21:51.180 Ellie didn't stand a chance. She helped, though. Ellie catches on quick. 21:51.180 --> 21:52.180 I'll bet she does. 21:52.180 --> 21:55.180 A mean guy like Mattrick. Make him think you don't want to do something 21:55.180 --> 21:57.180 and he'll break his neck doing it. 21:57.180 --> 22:01.180 I let on I was trying to run out of gas. That got us to bilge. 22:01.180 --> 22:04.180 Then we both made it and made it out. There was no sense going to Miranda's, 22:04.180 --> 22:07.180 so we get bullied into going to Miranda's. 22:07.180 --> 22:10.180 If it was a thousand to one, she'd run off at the mouth about the brush fires 22:10.180 --> 22:12.180 and scare him into hiding out. 22:12.180 --> 22:16.180 After that, all Ellie had to do was turn on the hysterics. 22:16.180 --> 22:18.180 He was dead set on coming here. 22:18.180 --> 22:19.180 You're a bright boy. 22:19.180 --> 22:22.180 Bright enough. You did all right, too, Mike. 22:22.180 --> 22:25.180 I was watching the rear view mirror all the time you were trailing us, 22:25.180 --> 22:26.180 but you never showed. 22:26.180 --> 22:29.180 You knew I was there, though. When one officer starts double talking 22:29.180 --> 22:31.180 another officer, he wants to know why. 22:31.180 --> 22:33.180 Officer? Double talk? 22:33.180 --> 22:38.180 He never said a thing to him, except I'd bought some place out here. 22:38.180 --> 22:40.180 The child's place. 22:40.180 --> 22:44.180 Poor old man Charles in a tough spot and moving out for good. 22:44.180 --> 22:45.180 What's wrong with us? 22:45.180 --> 22:49.180 Matric, didn't anybody ever tell you it wasn't smart to take up with strangers? 22:49.180 --> 22:52.180 Maybe I'd better introduce myself. 22:52.180 --> 22:54.180 The name's Charles. 22:54.180 --> 22:56.180 Joe Charles. 22:56.180 --> 22:57.180 Detective. 22:57.180 --> 22:58.180 Homicide. 22:58.180 --> 23:12.180 Tonight I was off duty and just taking my wife to a movie. 23:58.180 --> 24:21.180 The suspense comes to you through the worldwide facilities of the United States Armed Forces Radio Service, 24:21.180 --> 24:34.180 the voice of information and education.